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:: Tuesday, July 08, 2003 ::
COnfLiCt
Torn between dreams and reality,
I sit and fantasize about what may be.
What mayhaps will come,
And what most certainly would never happen.
Clouds rain on my parade as reality picks me up by the collar of my shirt,
And slaps me.
Bitch.
Reality is harsh and cold,
Mean and uncaring,
Unforgiving and relentless,
Intelligent and vicious.
I decide to try and change things;
To fight the good fight,
To try to make the world a better place
Where my ideals are not ground to make some unholy bread.
I decide to build, instead of destroy.
I decide to love, instead of hate.
I decide to accept, instead of reject.
I decide to care, instead of turn away.
But my ideals cannot fuel me forever,
And my laziness slashes my tires.
But I still try and do what I can for that extra little difference.
As that extra little difference can turn the tides of war.
Hey, one lopped off finger made all the difference in Lord of the Rings.
I will wield that broken shard,
I will pass that petition,
I will peacefully assemble,
I will write poetry,
I will speak my mind,
I will teach peace.
I will teach children to open their minds to new things,
To embrace the wonders that differences of opinions can offer.
Do not accept the status quo if it is not to your liking.
Question authority, and know which battles to fight.
Above all, love each other,
As only love for humanity will win out over our greed,
And if that doesn't happen, save us all.
:: Rick Kitagawa 2:21 AM [+] ::
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